| There he goes, gone again
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| Same old story’s gotta come to an end
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| Lovin' him was a one way street
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| But I’m gettin' off where the crossroads meet
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| A quarter moon in a ten cent town
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| It’s time for me to lay my heartaches down
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| Saturday night I wanna make myself a name
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| Take a month of Sundays to try and explain
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| It’s gonna be easy to fill
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| The heart of a thirsty woman
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| And harder to kill the ghost of a no good man
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| And I’ll be ridin' high in a fandangled sky
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| It’s gonna be easy, it’s gonna be easy from now on
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| Raw as a whit, but clean as a bone
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| Soft to the touch when you take me home
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| When the mornin' comes and it’s time for me to leave
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| Don’t worry 'bout me, I got a wild card up my sleeve
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| It’s gonna be easy to fill
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| The heart of a thirsty woman
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| And harder to kill the ghost of a no good man
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| And I’ll be ridin' high in a fandangled sky
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| It’s gonna be easy, it’s gonna be easy
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| It’s gonna be easy from now on
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| From now on
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| It’s gonna be easy
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| It’s gonna be easy
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| It’s gonna be easy
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| Easy
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| Easy |